"I just came in not long ago," Mo Zhixuan said, wiping the wet hair on his head before heading straight to the bedside. He lifted a corner of the comforter and slipped in.
Chu Jin was dumbfounded. "You, you, you... did you enter the wrong room?"
Mo Zhixuan gave her a faint glance, then reached out to turn off the bedside lamp, slowly uttering two words, "Go to sleep."
Instantly, the previously bright and clear room plunged into darkness, where all that could be heard in the still air were breathing sounds.
Lying dazedly in bed, Chu Jin felt completely out of sorts.
"This is how we always did it before," Mo Zhixuan turned over, reached out his long arm to scoop her into his embrace.
This was always the way?
She had her doubts about that.
Chu Jin frowned slightly, but her mind was blank, unable to recall anything about the past.
"Are you serious?"
"Of course," Mo Zhixuan spoke as if he were the soul of integrity, "I never lie."